Kebechet

Kebechet was the only child and daughter of the God Anubis and the Goddess Anput, making her a deity. Kebechet would assist her father in the embalming process, and was thought to also guide souls to the afterlife, as her father would do. Kebechet would sometimes be depicted as a woman with the head of a viper. This picture is of Kebechet thousands of years ago.

I found this picture on the internet, could this be what Kebechet would look like today? If so, she resembles someone that I know.

Hi, Kiddo.

It is early Tuesday morning, and I am re-figuring my schedule. I will be off of Facebook for awhile so I can write my book, but I will get this one to you somehow, maybe through email. This blog is fictional based on some Facts, made with a pinch of humor, a dash wit, and a cup of cipher. This blog, like all my blogs, is chucked full of clues and hidden messages. Since you enjoy reading, and if you enjoy mysteries, this blog, as like the rest, should keep you busy, or at least entertained on reigny days.

The rain is a good thing, I do not know why most people avoid it like the . . . rain. Hmm, maybe not what I wanted to say, then again, I have been known to say the wrong things, after all, no one is perfect. My wife likes the rain, as well as this female does;

Well, maybe not that much.

Yes, more like this, not so much enthusiasm, yet much love.

Anywho.

This blog might take awhile to complete, for it is enriched with goodness and complexity, and good things take time to accomplish. If it is easy, it is not worth doing. In the meantime,

and know that . . .

Here we go!

“Anubis and Kebechet; A Day in the Life”

The hot Sun was beginning it’s descent on the city of Cairo when Anubis decided to call it a day and to leave work early. On his way home, he thought about last night’s party, and that he shouldn’t have drank so much, for the hangover he endured during his workday was enough to kill a man. After walking for nearly 30 minutes, he arrived home where his lovely wife Anput and his beautiful daughter Kebechet were. Or so he thought.

He entered his home quietly, listening for his family. He carefully removed his sandals and began to stalk silently towards the kitchen, where his wife and daughter would normally be at this time. He mad it to the opening to the kitchen and stood soundless, watching the back of his wife whom was unaware of his presence. He stepped quietly towards her, and when he was directly behind her, he whispered in her ear “Hey.”

“Jesus Christ!!” shouted a startled Anput, “Anubis, I hate when you do that!!” Anubis laughed and gave his wife a kiss on her cheek. “What’s “Jesus Christ”?” he asked with a smile. “I don’t know, it’s something Isis said one time when I startled her once, so it seemed fitting.” informed Anput, hunched over and regaining her breath. “Oh.” said Anubis, as he looked around for their daughter Kebechet. “Where’s Kebechet?” inquired Anubis, not seeing her. “She’s down by the river.” told Anput, who began to tend to that night’s dinner. “Why is she at the river?” he asked, as he took his seat at the kitchen table. “She’s mad at you, that’s why, she always goes to the river when she’s mad at you, you should know that by now.” said Anput, stoking the fire beneath a kettle of water. “Why is she mad at now?” asked Anubis, with masked concerned. “Because,” said Anput, “you embarrassed her in front of her friends last night.” returned Anput returning to the kitchen counter to filet fish. “How?” asked Anubis, watching his wife.

Anput put down the knife she was holding and turned around to answer her husband. “Her and her friends were discussing hair color, and one of them said that Kebechet would look pretty with golden hair, and when she asked you if she could have golden hair you said, out loud in front of ALL of her friends “Golden hair is for boys”, before you let out a burp that could wake the dead.” Anubis sat with distraught. “I said that?” he asked with skepticism. “Yes, Anubis you did,” confirmed his wife, “then after you gave her a kiss on the cheek before you stumbled off with your drunk mother to go “soul-hunting” at the graveyard, which you never did, thank god. And now she’s embarrassed. Nice going, “dad”.”

Anubis sat solemnly as Anput continued to prepare dinner. “Is she alone?” he asked. “I don’t know, honey, my guess would be “yes” to that question.” she replied. “You let her go to the Nile alone?” he returned. “Anubis, she’s 18, she’s not a kid anymore,” told Anput, whose words echoed in Anubis’ heart, “and besides, honey, the fishermen will keep an eye on her.” Anubis rose from the table and walked towards his collection of staffs. “What are you doing?” asked his wife. Anubis looked over his staffs and chose 1. “I am going to the river.” he replied while feeling the balance in his choice. “Don’t be long, dinner will be ready soon.” said Anput, walking towards her husband to give him a kiss before he left to make things right again.

Anubis reached the Nile and could see his Kebechet was alone. He stood still, thinking of what to say to his upset daughter, so not to upset her again.

Anubis collected his thoughts along with his courage, and began his approach. His footsteps caused the weathered wood of the dock to creak, bringing cause for Kebechet to glance momentarily over her shoulder. After quickly turning her head away, Anubis thought to himself  “She’s pissed” as he continued to walk on eggshells towards his daughter. Anubis reached 2 feet behind Kebechet and stopped, studying her stillness. “Hey, Kebbo.” he softly addressed. His daughter stood motionless before greeting her father with a distant “Hey.” Anubis looked down at the dock as well as himself. He rose his head and said “Your mother told me that you’re mad at me. Is she right?” Kebechet, with her arms folded in front of her and against her just as her father would have his, simply shrugged her shoulders. Her action brought thought to Anubis of “Yeah . . . she’s pissed.”

 

 

“Could you tell me why. . . you are mad at me?” asked Anubis gingerly, leaning to his right and peeking over Kebechet’s right shoulder. Kebechet was silent for a moment then turned around with a mindful. “I asked you how would I look with golden hair and you told me in front of all my friends that golden hair is for boys.” “So?” asked Anubis, honestly. “2 of my friends HAVE golden hair, dad!” informed Kebechet loudly. “And?”her father asked with a look of puzzlement. “Those 2 friends were standing right there!” she informed, loudly again. With his daughter staring with wide eyes at him, the only word that came to Anubis’ mind was a simple “Oh.” “Oh?!” asked a flustered Kebechet, “Dad, they’re my friends, I hang out with them everyday, and today they said that they are afraid to hang out with me because you think golden hair is for boys and they have boyfriends.” “So why would they be afraid to hang out with you?” asked Anubis. “Because of my last 3 “boy”-friends, maybe?” returned Kebechet.

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“You’re still upset about that?” asked Anubis. Kebechet looked at her father with shock from his calm and complacent inquiry. “And by the way,” Anubis added, “those weren’t “boys”, they were little, filthy animals with only one thing on their mind.” “So you killed them?” asked Kebechet. “I did not “kill” them, Kebbo, I simply took back what was mine, it is not my fault that their bodies didn’t survive without their souls.” “You didn’t have to behead them afterwards, dad.” told Kebechet. “Sure I did.” quickly returned her father. “Why?” asked his daughter just as quickly. “To show the other little, filthy animals, Kebbo, what happens to little, filthy animals when they look at my little girl the wrong way.” “Daddy, I’m 18, I’m not a little girl anymore!” Anubis froze from hearing Kebechet’s words, as well as Kebechet herself. “Daddy . . .” uttered his daughter, as he turned from her and took a few steps to the end of the dock, where he decided to stand. “Oh, man . . .” thought his daughter, now feeling an explosion of guilt.

Kebechet walked towards the end of the dock, and stood silently next to her father, with her mind racing for something to say. “When I was little,” started Anubis, “I wanted to have a little sister, someone that I could be “daddy-like” to, and to protect, since it is the way that I am naturally, so to speak. However, your grandmother was alone when she . . . found me, and having a little sister was out of the question. Then later on in life I met your mother, who wanted to have children, or at least 1 child as I did. Low and behold, we now have you, a blessing. Your mother and I both know that you wanted a little sister just as I did, and we tried to give you that little sister, Kebbo, we tried. So now that you are an only child, I take extra precautions in keeping you safe, as well as keeping you as my little girl, someone whom I love more than you can imagine.” Anubis stared out across the river to the other bank, with his mind filled with images of Kebechet when she was only a few years old, while Kebechet looked upon her father with glassy, brown eyes. “I forget that you are a young adult now, Kebbo, from time to time, so I apologize if I seem to be patronizing,” said Anubis, “and I will be more than willing to apologize to your friends for my words from last night.”

Kebechet took a step closer to her father and wrapped her right arm around him. “You don’t have to apologize, dad, I told them that you were drunk and didn’t know what you were saying.” “Thanks, Kebbo . . . I think.” replied Anubis with slight hesitation. “Well you were,” informed his daughter, “and so was grandma, mom was afraid that you 2 were going to the graveyard to hunt for lost souls again.” “You should go with us sometime, it’s a blast.” said her father, before turning to look at her with a smile. Kebechet looked up at her father and told him that she was sorry for what she had said. “No, Kebbo, you are right,”Anubis said with conviction, “you are not a little girl anymore, and I should have thought before I spoke last night, regardless that I was half in the bag. Do you forgive me?” Kebechet smiled and hugged her father tightly with both arms. “Of course I do, daddy.” As the father and daughter hugged each other tightly, Anubis, looking across the water at the river’s other bank began to imagine. He imagined a field with tall, golden grass waving gently in a summer’s breeze. He then began to imagine that field of golden grass surrounding a pond of crisp, blue water, sparkling in the summer’s Sun. “I love you, dad.” whispered Kebechet to her father, as he remained silent. “Dad?” questioned Kebechet, not receiving any response. She gently pulled herself away from her father, to find out why he did not speak. She stepped back only to find her father smiling proudly at her. “I love you too, Kebechet.” told Anubis, as he reached for a lock of her hair. Kebechet followed her father’s hand, and with much surprise she watched him softly lift a length of golden hair that hid behind her left shoulder.

“Oh . . . my . . . god.” said an astonished Kebechet. “That’s me.” Anubis said with subtle pride. “You gave me golden hair!” exclaimed his exuberant daughter. “That is not all that I gave you,” informed her father, as he removed a wide bladed knife from his belt, “here, take a look.” Kebechet took the knife and used the polished blade as a mirror to further investigate her hair. With the knife in her hand and her eyes in the reflection, she saw that she now had blue eyes. “Oh my god!!” she threw. “Do you like it?” asked Anubis. “Dad, I love it!” she announced, “Do you like it, dad?” Anubis looked at her changes with a scrutinizing eye. “It will take some time getting used to, but yes, I do like it.” Kebechet smiled at her father’s answer, then asked “What about mom, do you think that she will like it?” “She is going to kill me.” he answered immediately. “Why??” asked his daughter. “Because she had also wanted golden hair, but I told her what I told you last night, and she never asked again.” Kebechet took turns looking between her reflection and Anubis, then handed the knife back to her father. “Don’t put that knife away yet, Anubis, you’re gonna need it!” yelled Anput, walking towards her husband and daughter. “I’m dead.” said Anubis under his breath. “Mom!” shouted a happy Kebechet, “Daddy gave me golden hair! And blue eyes!” Anput smiled at her daughter while leering at her husband as she approached the 2 of them. “What do you think, mom?” asked Kebechet. Anput studied the changes and surrendered “It looks beautiful, honey, it really does. I remember asking a particular husband of mine for the same thing, but I never got it. Did I, Anubis?” Anubis looked at his wife who was hiding a smile behind her firm exterior. “Is dinner ready?” asked Anubis, attempting to change the subject. “Jerk,” answered Anput, “yes it’s almost ready, I came down here to see if our daughter’s friends, you know, the ones you indirectly insulted last night, want to come over for dinner, as a form of an apology.” “They can come over?” asked Kebechet, “I’ll go get them now.” “Make sure it’s okay with their parents first.” said Anput, as she received a kiss of appreciation from her daughter. “Thanks mom, I will,” assured Kebechet, “and thank you daddy for the hair and eyes.” Kebechet gave her father a kiss on the cheek then ran towards the city for her friends. Anput stood on the dock looking at her husband with eyes of disbelief. “What?” asked Anubis, trying hard not to laugh. “It’s not funny, you know I wanted golden hair and blue eyes.” told Anput, resisting her husband’s pull on her arm. “What was I supposed to do, Anput, she was mad at me, you know how I get when she is mad at me.” said Anubis, wrapping his arms around his beloved wife. “Yeah, I know.” said Anput, as she jettisoned her jealousy and accepted the warm embrace from her love. “You’re still a jerk, though.” added Anput through a soft smile, out of sight from Anubis. “Do you still love me?” asked Anubis, hugging his wife tightly, and looking across the river. “Yes, I still love you.” answered Anput. “I love you, too.” said Anubis, as he began to imagine that field of golden grass, that surrounded that pond of sparkling blue water, one more time.

I hope you enjoyed.

Love always, Daddio

xo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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